Darkest Graces, Forgotten Muses "I'll prepare you for a cold dark world..." That's what he said and for a while now those words have echoed through my mind. The first man broke my trust. He dropped my heart in a box of broken shards of glass that were his half truths. The second knew and he thus spoke the words above. I think I could have loved him . I know only now after the end that he loved me. I broke his frosted heart with a hammer of harsh truth. He wept because I was leaving, I wept because I never had him to begin with. The third he loved me tenderly not a one way road this time. And he keeps still my heart. I have loved and been loved by three men in all my #life. Body, mind and soul. I always wished a tragic first love (the second for the first withered to quickly) and I got it. To witness a man in tears, rends the soul. I still feel a little sad to look back at it. I hold him in my heart as what might have been. I hold the first as what never should be. And the third is my heart. Without him I am dead. Love is the darkest state of grace. To have it is to have everything, and to lose it is to wither and die.

Mira Mankind believes that they struggled through the mud alone. That they have grown up from apes, and that they alone can can rectify the ills of our world. They are mistaken! When mankind turned his back upon his gods a balance was disturbed and a contract broken. The gods lived for mans love and his fear. In turn man prospered from the gods care and affection. Not only man but also the land which was restored by this good balance. Then, man suffocated under the weight of his own offspring and the earth strangled from the demands of caring for so many. Death the last deity left still in the mortal lands, vented his fury and frustration. Lost after so much hatred and so much disparity, he cut away the weak and the sick and the old. This did not satiate him and so he cut even more taking the vile and the cruel. The numbers if mankind cut so short that they could not survive with out aid. Death in the end looked upon the destruction he had wrought and in guilt took pity. He called a single mortal soul to mend the bond between their kind and the Mira. But this person could not do it in the tiny span of mortal youth. Death like Prometheus before him broke the law, to the mortal he granted immortality and sensing power in her granted her godly ability. She would become the protector of the balance and an ally to whoever she chose, for death had no wish to play nursemaid. As a last gift he gave her a title. He named this creature, the guardian. (Please note this intro is a work in progress )

Wolf And Rat A wolf wondered through the field and there he saw a sleek black Rat. Rat was timid and gentle, her voice was very kind. The fierce wolf gentled under loving paws. She gave him a home and meals to eat. For she to had been alone and together they shaped a pack of their own....